29 July 2012
I carn't spel. At leest not verry wel. My mummmi seys I'm bad And thatt maks me verry sad. I rote this poum for herr, Im sory for wot acurs. I tri too b clevr, Butt shee seys nevr! Shee creyes a lot as wel Jst b coz I carn't spel!
Translation- I can't spell. At least not very well. My mummy says I'm bad. And that makes me very sad. I wrote this poem for her, I'm sorry for what occurs. I try to be clever, But she says never! She cries a lot as well. Just because I can't spell!
I Carnt Spel • Opuss № I